Ocean Tranquility: That's okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter blah blah blah Draco's an idiot blah blah blah. The only thing to be gained from suing me is minus thirty dollars.
Coming up: The author tries to get into Draco's mind... hmm.
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Draco was lying in bed, wishing that he was allowed to get up and walk around, but Madame Pomfrey had been explicit in the fact that he must lay abed. So his platinum blond hair rested against the bleached pillowcase as his stormy grey eyes watched the ceiling through an unfocused gaze.
The only sound in the white room was the breathing of the one invalid, covered by the single movement of white sheets, rising and falling slowly. Far away, a bird called out to another, but they remained unanswered and soft rustling of leaves told listening ears that even the one bird had abandoned his perch for somewhere more populated.
Draco had never felt so alone in his life.
The sun shone through the only open window, not a cloud in the sky. His grey eyes shifted to the closed infirmary door, willing someone to come and visit him. He gave up after a few minutes.
His focus shifted inwards, wondering why, as he usually did. His whole life was planned for him, become a death eater after graduation, marry some rich pureblood he had never met, create heirs and do the Dark Lord's bidding. A life of servitude, serving his father and Lord Voldemort. Draco Malfoy was not one to disobey those who held power over him, and he accepted his fate without thinking. He could even imagine himself doing as was requested. In his mind's eye, he saw himself marrying some blurry faced woman and then spending half of his life behind a mask.
Pretty boring.
The only thing he did control was his day to day life at Hogwarts. So long as he got first in class and maintained his reputation as a Malfoy, his father was content. Voldemort was content knowing he had a trusty servant on the way.
Draco raised his right hand and gently rubbed behind his right ear, knowing that the glamour charm was still in effect.
When he had first met the Dark Lord, he had been cocky. He had learned, that first time, never to be smart with the Dark Lord, or you will regret it, forever. Draco had lost his dignity that night, before Voldemort, and gained respect in the form of a cut behind his ear that stayed open and was prone to infections.
His eye was hurting, though the black bruise was healing nicely.
The sun, so deceitful in it's summer-like warmth, was suddenly hidden in a cloud that Draco had failed to notice earlier. At the edge of the window, he could notice a large company of clouds advancing, heavy with rain. Finally, some weather to contemplate his mood. He was brooding again, telling himself how much life was predicable, and that there really wasn't a point.
He heard the door open and wrenched his neck by turning to quickly.
Rubbing his neck, he wasn't surprised to see Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco!" She called and read over to his side, her face screwed up as if she were worried about him.
'She's practiced that one in a mirror' Draco found himself thinking. "Hullo." He replied.
"I was SO worried! What would I have done if something had happened to you."
Draco snorted, but quickly covered it with a cough. Pansy was only worried about her money. Draco, being something along the lines of a second cousin three times removed, or a third cousin two times removed, supplied Pansy with her 'allowance.' Of course, Draco didn't give it to her for nothing. In fact, he paid her, more or less, for 'services rendered.'
"Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine now. What are you up to tonight?" Draco asked.
Pansy smiled forcefully. "Nothing, darling," she replied through her teeth. She knew what he wanted.
"Excellent. I should be back to normal by then. I shall see you around nine o'clock"
Pansy nodded and quickly left the room, Draco smiling at her retreating form. Cold grey eyes turned back to the ceiling, contemplating Pansy's stupidity. She could easily ask her parents for money instead of relying on Draco, but the thought had never crossed her mind. Draco found it easy to control stupid people. Smart people, however, was an entirely different manner.
His thoughts turned to Hermoine.
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A/N: So, yes, another long awaited deadline. I'm not updating until I get at least three reviews. As soon as I get that third review, I will post another chapter.